Top Voted Free Verse Poems

Here are the top voted free verse poems:

i asked my father if i could swim,
and he said that i would drown.
The Sea would imprison me – he said
if my feet had left the ground.
So i walked out to the water,
and cried out – how ’bout now!
He said, a little bit further, Son,... (more »)

I watch this flame pass
from match to wick,
gently stepping over
a great divide.
This flame and I
are not so different:
it comes into being from nothingness;
it eats and grows, smokes, and rests.
It gets angry,
destroys homes,
consumes... (more »)

I am from
My green blankey and
Climbing out of my crib
From playing mermaid in the bathtub.
I am from walking my dog,
And the noise he made when I step on his tail.
I am from my sheep nightlight
And Blue’s Clues and the Berenstain... (more »)

And I remember she wouldn’t wake up.
Her lips were mushed together in a
Horrible shade of red
They buried my mother in a white dress
And red lips.
And she couldn’t see.
Where are your glasses, Mommy?
And still at sixteen I bring them to... (more »)

Books fill up my room.
Not baseball cards,
or pictures of girls,
or basketballs.
Maybe a blown up picture of …
… Pam Anderson might help.
Black-framed glasses
and a white,
pale,
lanky
body.
I should start working out.
At least... (more »)

(Apologies to Judith Viorst)If I were in charge of the worldMy favorite flip-flops would never wear out.There would be no books of poems with the last page missing,No hairy spiders to hide in the corners.If I were in charge of the worldI would... (more »)

What I could never tell my mother
Isn’t her fault; it’s mine
It’s things wrapped inside of me, coiled like wire with the filament exposed
She could accept them – those things – I’m sure
Maybe even love them the way she loves me;... (more »)

Memories marred by the attempts to delete them,
She doesn’t know what really happened anymore.
The Incident becomes incidents become “it happens all the time.”
Now all she knows
Is that it happens all the time.
Denial becomes excuses... (more »)

I take back my tears
the wasted years
I spent crying
for what never could happen
I take back my heart
my shattered heart
Up off the ground
and back in my arms
I take back my hope
wasted on you
and toss it aside
for it has no meaning... (more »)

I got the joy
to pop the corn
side the walk
swing the set
mock the bird
glow the worm
gas the light
To
break the fast
ice the box
stair the well
school the boys
bubble the gum
french the kiss
To
yellow the fever
treasure the... (more »)

Boy walks, nose-deep into small print
of a yellow book, zig-zags down treacherous
levels of stairs as if only his feet
sense his whereabouts and ankle-up
the kudzu, the other worlds enchanted
anchor him. He reads as if studying
atom... (more »)

bubbles.
god’s just a little kid
with a big bottle
of Miracle Bubbles
and a wand
dipping, blowing these
bubbles
all doomed to
pop
at one point or another.
they either drop
too fast, before
he can catch them,
or the biggest ones... (more »)

Their eyes tell silent stories.
Stories that would shock even the darkest of hearts.
These eyes have seen worse than some could even dream of.
They’ve seen killing and death, and pain and suffering to extents that can be hard to imagine.... (more »)

I feel like we are falling apart.
Somewhere deep inside of me, I know it’s true.
I don’t want to believe it –
I don’t want to believe we have drifted
because of the distance.
The way I speak to you and the way you speak to me
Our... (more »)

I am from the cluttered back room, the one that I made a home of. Nestling into familiar. I am from the craft closet, filled with possibility and the box of new crayons, that inspired me. Their perfect symmetry, colorful and bold.... (more »)